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Hungers as Strong as the Winds and Tides by GroovyNightStrawberry for Flomacaroon
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
23 Feb 2026
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Crowley, first mate of the pirate ship Kraken, has one rule: don't fuck crew members.
It's never been a problem...until now. Because the Kraken's newest recruit has other ideas...
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03 Mar 2026
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The buttons are missing.
“Still… furious.”
“Likewise.”
Three round buttons in a column. One at the top with a pearlescent sheen. One at the bottom, the red almost entirely obscured by grime. And one in the middle with swirls of green and blue representing land and sea.
All gone. Poof. Like they were never there in the first place.
“A total… pillock.”
“It takes one to know one, as… as… as they say.”
The lack of buttons was the first thing Crowley had noticed when he stepped onto the lift.
Well. Not the very first thing.
A lift is as good a place as any for a reunion.
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Hope is the thing with feathers by CaspianTheGeek (DemonicGeek)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
03 Feb 2026
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A short little one shot of Crowley sitting in the Bentley sometime after S2. And finding a feather.
Based on the #NotArtistAsSuch tag by Pris on bluesky (@priswaldorf.bsky.social) though I am predictably late.
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Some Kind of Professional by snae_b for TawnyOwl95
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
08 Nov 2023
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DON'T PAY THE
GUY WITH THE
BLUE GLASSES
HE DOESN'T
WORK HERE!!!
Crowley usually just takes a little off the top, but what kind of self-respecting hustler would he be if he passed up the opportunity to make a quick buck letting a pretty thing like that top him off?
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More by depraveddame
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
30 Dec 2025
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Crowley finally works up the courage to attend a kink night at one of the sex clubs in the city. He's open to just about anything happening, and he's cautiously optimistic that he might find someone to hook up with or who might possibly indulge him in one of his deepest curiosities: impact play.
Almost immediately his eye is drawn to a far corner where there sits a wooden, partially padded St Andrew’s Cross and the man standing next to it. Crowley doesn’t consciously choose that corner as his first destination, but he’s heading there in any case, the feeling of eyes, both curious and appraising, landing on him from all angles as he goes.
When he comes to a stop in front of the X frame, he dips his chin in greeting, trying to think of something to say that isn’t completely idiotic or worse—
— but the man, looking up at him with a serene sort of expression, beats Crowley to it.
“Good evening, my dear,” he says, smiling in a way that touches the edges of Crowley’s fluttering heart, sweet but not too sweet. “I’m Aziraphale; I’ve not seen you here before, I don’t think. May I shake your hand?”